He walks the road with quiet grace,
A tired smile upon his face.
Hands worn rough from years of toil,
Yet never once does he recoil.Their laughter is his greatest prize,
A beacon bright in weary eyes.
He gives them warmth, he gives them light,
While fading softly into night.The meals he skips, the clothes threadbare,
He’d rather they not feel despair.
His hunger drowned in love so vast,
A sacrifice that’s meant to last.He builds their dreams, brick by brick,
Steady hands though time is quick.
And though his needs fade to the side,
In their joy, he swells with pride.Yet love alone can’t mend the cost,
A body worn, a moment lost.
Still, he stands—unbowed, unbent,
For love is worth the life that’s spent.
© 3rd June 2025, Marcus Hazel-McGown.
Marcus, has been involved in Internet applications since the dawn of time, He has managed teams, managed companies and managed an Autistic household too.
He has a massive interest in Scifi and fantasy novels, cooking, Amateur Radio and the Weather as well as many other subjects. Marcus has a Doctorate in Musicology, and is a lifetime scholar. If Marcus doesn't know the answer he will definitely find it!
